I was going to post with gloaty-ness and squee over the Boks getting their win, but I'm far too drunktipsyhigh on squee all of the above, to form anything too coherant at the moment, not without coming off as being far too arrogant or insulting anyway. And since I do actually adore all my English friends out there... ;D ::smishes ya'll::

Besides, I found something almost (but not quite) as exciting after a quick peek at the internets...

" "South Africa deserved to win," said Wilkinson who kicked his team's two penalties" [link]

...now that? that quote right there? That PWNS all. Why? Because it really makes me want to write the Percy Montgomery/Johnny Wilkinson shower room!porn dream I had the other night where Percy corners Johnny in the dressing room after SA's win and, er, consoles him. Like reallyREALLY. Anybody interested in that? Maybe Ys? Maybe No?

...the hot water rained down upon his bowed head, stroking a path over the slump of his shoulders as stood beneath the heavy spray of the shower. Steam rose up around him as he braced his arms against the wall. He was alone now. Alone here with his hopes dashed. Dreams of a second World Cup victory smashed by the might of the South African Springboks. It had been a disappointing match. All in all. A good one, he supposed, and the winners deserving, he conceded, but ultimately a disappointing one.

"You played a good game," Johnny pressed his eyes closed, his body tensing in recognition to the strong purr of an accent. A South African accent. He felt a wave of anger at the arrogance, at the egotism that allowed these men to think that they could roam where they pleased just because they had won.

Johnny pushed away from the wall, turning his body enough to shoot a look of utter contempt over his shoulder.

“This cannot wait until I’m finished?” he growled. His eyes narrowed on the athletically built player that stood only paces away from him, leaning far too casually against a row of lockers overlooking the wet-room. The trademark curl of blonde hair gave him away as Percy Montgomery, the pretty boy of the South African side. The man who could play a whole match, get himself into however many scraps and scrums, and come out of it all without so much as a hair out of place.

Johnny waited with frayed patience for a response. The Sprinkbok smiled lazily at him, shifting against the lockers as he folded his arms loosely across his chest. He was dressed in a dark green tracksuit, the zip of the top lowered enough that Johnny could tell he wore nothing beneath the thin fabric.

“It could,” Percy agreed, his eyes roaming freely across the planes of Johnny’s body, drinking in the sight of his broad shoulders and pert backside with an openness Johnny found more intriguing than alarming. He straightened, turning more fully, and brushing the sodden strands of his hair from his face.

He enjoyed the colour that suffused the other man’s face for the moment. Watching with rapt fascination as Percy drank in the sight of his naked body. That is, until the South African looked up, his eyes dark and intent as they met his fully with an intent that was only too clear.

“...but I couldn’t wait.” It took him a moment to realise that Percy was finishing his earlier sentence, answering his initial question as to why he felt the need to slip into the English locker rooms to offer his opinion on the match.

“What’s stopping you now?” Johnny asked. His tone far more plucky than he himself actually felt. Percy’s smile was predatory. His stride long and purposeful as he accepted the challenge in Johnny’s words to advance the remaining few paces separating them. He ignored, for the moment, the spray of water from the shower as he pressed on, forcing Johnny between the spread of his arms as he cornered him up against the wet tiles of the wall.

Percy leant in, close. Close enough that so much as a hitch in his breathing would have their chests touching, or that a slip against the slick floor would bring their lower bodies into immediate contact. For some reason Johnny felt heady at the very notion.

“I’m not sure,” Percy answered, lowered his mouth to hover just above Johnny’s. “Are you going to stop me?” He asked…

Unfortunately rugby is not so popular a sport over here, so I've never seen a whole game in my life - and I have no idea what you're talking about. :D Eurosport sometimes airs at least a little, but mostly at times when I'm not at home. But it definitely sounds interesting. :)

And *real* men are totally comfortable groping each other, all in the name of sport! ;D

*laughs* I'm sure! :D

Oh. I sent you one last week, I think, because I was a little bit... ill. Dizziness and all the corresponding problems. Meh! :( But I'm better now. Hopefully for longer, even though I admit I feel a migrane coming - again. *sighs*

I didn't know about your working overtime, but I know now. :) I hope it isn't so stressful anymore. *hugs*

And it wasn't only about the chapter but also the "Q&A" we had there. I'm always interested in your opinion, you know. :) And yes, my groove's still here! *laughs* No worries! Same to you, hon!

I'm fine. More or less. Thank you. Still headaches, but not too bad. I had worse.

And ARGH! What do you mean, you didn't get any e-mails from me? I sent you one just YESTERDAY to tell you that I got the fic and will get to it asap! You didn't get that e-mail?

Okay. That's it. Either we find two corresponding e-mail providers OR we send our "fic messages" here on LJ. At least those that go, like, "Got your mail. Will answer asap." It's no fun anymore. I hate it never to be sure whether you got my mails or not, even when MY e-mail provider says it's been sent without any problems. :(

...I was going to complain strongly about THAT TRY which was totally stolen from us, and that we would have totally beaten your asses had we had it, but then you went and wrote pwn...and I died...so I'll let you off.

Ps...you totally know Jonny only said that so Percy would blow him. True facts.

...I was gonna disagree with that, but if Jonny and Percy are happy with the sexin, I'll let SA keep winning.

Has the room stopped spinning yet? You gonna write more? You totally should! Right now!

Ok, no more argues *mutters about stolen trys under her breath* I'm not bitter...well, not that much. Anyway, if we were given the try, the lads would have rallied magnificantly and driven the SA to their knees (In more ways that one hopefully, huhuhuhuh) and we would have been kissing the cup. But..you know, it's only hypothetically!